Sweet Addiction(41)

“This way.” I hop down and grab my clothes off the stool as he retrieves his, trailing behind me as I start up the stairs.

“Ah!” After a quick slap on my backside from him, we make it to the top and I turn around to face him, backing farther into my living space. “This is me,” I say, watching him take it in. It doesn’t take him long. There isn’t much to look at. He peers around the partition and wiggles his brows at me when he spots my bed. No way buddy. Not happening.

“I like it. It’s tiny though,” he states with a smile as he follows me into my bathroom.

Turning on the shower, I place my clothes on the sink top and catch a glance of myself in the mirror. I am flushed and covered in sticky frosting, and I love it. Coming up behind me, he places his clothes next to mine and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back against him. Rolling my head back to rest on his chest, our eyes meet and he smiles at me. I will never, not ever get tired of his smile and the little lines it brings out next to his eyes.

“Are you mad at me for what I did?” he asks, causing me to narrow my stare a bit but cracking when his eyes bulge. The bathroom begins to fill with steam and I turn in his arms, lightly pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“No, however, if you would have kept my orgasm from me, you would be purchasing a new ninety thousand dollar vehicle because I would have keyed the shit out of the one you have.”

He chuckles. “Noted. Now, let’s get wet.”

I grin deviously and open my mouth to say something dirty, of course, when he stops me with his finger to my lips.

“Pervert.”

**

I’ve never showered with a man before and I must say, I’m pretty sure that’s the best way to go. I was completely pampered. He laughed at my fifty thousand shampoos, conditioner, and body wash choices that were stacked against the wall and studied several before choosing the ones that he said smelled like me. He picked the scents I used most often and I beamed inside at the idea of him knowing what I smell like. He insisted on washing my hair, taking his time and giving me an amazing head massage as he lathered me up. Washing my body, his face hardened as he carefully rubbed my shoulders and my back but got back to playful when he washed between my legs. That he spend a little extra time on. After I rinsed clean, he dropped his head and freshened up his marks on my breasts as I moaned softly against his mouth. He seemed just as happy about them being there as I did.

When it was my turn, I skipped the loofah and squeezed the body wash directly onto my hand, wanting to feel every inch of him as I washed him. His muscles relaxed against my touch and I rubbed his arms the way I did on Tuesday, seeing his eyes close and his head fall forward. The only muscle that didn’t relax and seemed to not be able to at all during our entire shower together was my favorite muscle of his. I stroked him long and hard, the lather building as he held onto my waist and buried his face in my hair. He kissed me deeply, almost lovingly when he came in my hand. The feel of his hot liquid against my skin was exhilarating and I wanted to fuck him again, but didn’t. More than that, I wanted to get out of the shower and nuzzle against his chest, breathing my favorite air. But Reese had other plans. He wanted something besides frosting in his stomach.

I perch myself up on the counter and watch as he raids my fridge, his hair wet and fuckably messy. “Where is all your food? The only thing in here is milk, some weird cheese, and jelly.” He closes the door and glowers at me. I’m busy pulling my damp hair up into a messy knot on top of my head when his question finally hits me.

“Oh, I eat out a lot. And what weird cheese?” I hop down and stick my head in the fridge, following his finger to the second shelf. I quickly close the door. “That is not cheese. Maybe it was at one point but now, I’m not sure what it is.”

He laughs and pulls his phone out of his pocket, kissing the top of my head. “Alright well, I need to eat something besides you. What do you want? Chinese?”

I shrug. “I don’t care. I’m not really hungry.”

Pressing the buttons on his phone, I study him as he licks the slit running down his lip and brings his cell up to his ear. I reclaim my spot on the counter as he moves between my legs. This is becoming a regular position for us. My fingers slip under his shirt and I trace the hard lines of his stomach.

“Yeah, I wanted to place an order for delivery. Dylan’s Sweet Tooth on Fayette. Yes, one order of general tso chicken and one order of shrimp lo mein. Nope that’s it.” He moves the phone away from his mouth. “What’s your last name?”

My jaw drops open. “You don’t know the girl’s full name who you are currently fucking? That’s just awful. I know yours, Carroll.” I cross my arms over my chest and push my boobs up, seeing his eyes flick down and linger for a long second.